My family pushed me too far, so I left. I went to NJ, now I'm a resident, and STILL living out of a bag a month and a half later.

My family has been psychologically abusing me since I was young. It got too much. I was a target, and the guilt-tripping, telling me I'm fucked up and a trash person became too much for me to handle.

So I fled at the beginning of January. There was nothing left for me in MA. I'd been sexually assaulted, I'd been dumped by my best friend, and I was barely surviving at my parent's house. I'm 30. It's time to move on.

So, move on I did...first to South Jersey to live with a partner. I tried to off myself there and spent a week in the hospital. My partner dumped me immediately and said I was never welcome back in his life. He couldn't forgive an attempt.

So, I went to live with a friend in North Jersey after I was released. Now I'm living with his best friend, and being his best friend's live in lover. Why? Well, why not, I suppose.

I still have no job. My depression is bad, like woah. First I couldn't sleep and eat and now that's all I do.

But, I'm moving on. I can't not move on. I need to move on. Be myself. Do my own thing.